Perhaps the title of his 890-page behemoth comes (as suggested by Ignacio Echevarría in the Note to the First Edition) from a passage in one of late author Roberto Bolaño's earlier works, in which the protagonist describes Mexico City's Avenida Guerrero at night as
more like a cemetery than an avenue, not a cemetery
in 1974 or in 1968, or 1975, but a cemetery in the
year 2666, a forgotten cemetery under the eyelid of
a corpse or an unborn child, bathed in the dispassion-
ate fluids of an eye that tried so hard to forget one particular thing that it ended up
forgetting everything else.
(Bolaño, Amulet)
Or perhaps, as I've heard it suggested in other reviews, Bolaño is making use of his affinity for mirrors, affixing the future year 2,666 AD as an end point, a point of reconciliation, a point of forgiveness and exodus, just as Moses led the Israelites out of Egypt 2,666 years after God created the world.
8.30.2010
8.11.2010
Review: Enduring Love, by Ian McEwan
8.07.2010
Review: The Age of Wonder: How the Romantic Generation Discovered the Beauty and Terror of Science, by Richard Holmes
Every December, the New York Times compiles a list of what they consider the best 100 books of the year. The Age of Wonder appeared on that list this past year and, captivated by its subject and starry cover, I asserted that I wanted it. Unfortunately, it never got past my Christmas list, and I had to wait for the library to have a copy for me. And, finally, they did.
Review: Austenland, by Shannon Hale

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